Lunch

C'mon
Yea, Yea
It's Bluewop
From the Dirt Gang

You boys is faking the funk
Yea
We do whatever we want
I don't take kindly to threats
Nah
So don't make me go in the trunk
Been killing these niggas for breakfast
Gotta make room for lunch
Yea
You boys is faking the funk
We do whatever we want
I don't take kindly to threats
Don't make me go in the trunk
Killing you niggas for breakfast
Yea
Yea

Look
I jus got out of a dark place
Been dealing with pain and heart break
These niggas stuck in a rat race
Gotta Deal wit lame and dark traits
I had to clear my mind of the clutter
I went and got me a art space
I had to keep in mind all my brothers
So I built a business to partake
I'm start checking them heart rates
Man these boys ain't built for the car chase
Try to swim wit the whales they shark bait
Half you niggas gone tell if you caught case
I can not trust 'em far as I can throw em
Soon as I hear about em we expose em
Niggas be talking crazy bout the pole
So why you ain't pull up with it and let it go

You boys is faking the funk
Yea
We do whatever we want
I don't take kindly to threats
Nah
So don't make me go in the trunk
Killing these niggas for breakfast
I gotta make room for lunch
Hope you been getting the messages
So don't make me call your bluff
You boys is faking the funk
We do whatever we want
I don't take kindly to threats
So don't make me go in the trunk
Killing these niggas for breakfast
I gotta make room for lunch
Hope you been getting the messages
So don't make me call your bluff

Don't mention me, I don't like y'all
If you say my name we make house calls
I'm Great Dane and you lil white dog
They jus mad party get thrown and
Don't nobody even invite y'all
Ima kill the pussy wit the lights off
Hit it two times take the night off
My style my have a chunk missing
Cause these niggas taking bites off
Ima claim you on my taxes
Give me something write off
I'm the boy that niggas jacking
But we don't even look alike tho
Lil mami caught me lacking
Ended up in her night robe
Boy this shit can get drastic
My best friend doing life tho
I gotta grind to get pass it
Stack cash swipe plastics
New chick with no plastic
Good gas I can't pass it
I got a couple niggas asking
how do I do it, is it magic
It ain't always who the fastest
Your energy you gotta master
What you giving out you getting backwards
2.5 in my backwoods
I ain't ever going backwards
Sidewinding Calabasas

You boys is faking the funk
Yea
We do whatever we want
I don't take kindly to threats
Nah
So don't make me go in the trunk
Killing you niggas for breakfast
I gotta make room for lunch
Hope you been getting the messages
So don't make me call your bluff
You boys is faking the funk
We do whatever we want
I don't take kindly to threats
So don't make me go in the trunk
Killing these niggas for breakfast
I gotta make room for lunch
Hope you been getting the messages
So don't make me call your bluff

Don't make me call ya bluff



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Writer(s): Isiah Pointer
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